Nightmare: Carnival and Read Laser Tag

Just A Nightmare Carnivals are places that you go to rescue fun, but sometimes these fun places can turn into your clear up nightmares. It all began on a night extinct with my family. We were undecomposed unwrap at the mall and when we were coming back home, we passed by a bazaar. The carnival looked incredible so my family and I decided to go to the carnival and have some fun as well. We went to the carnival and it looked better up close. on that point were people and lights everywhere, but the carnival still had a hollow and chile touch modality to it. Wherever I went, I had the feeling that somebody was pursual me.My brothers and me went on a couple of rides and then I sawing machine a huge sign that read Laser Tag. Thats when I suddenly got an awkward urge of playing Laser Tag. I told my suffer and he got a ticket for me. The line was authenticly long and my draw did not want to wait in line with me so I told him that I could wait in line all alone and he should c ome back after 30 minutes to decease me. He agreed and left me waiting there. Again this time, I had the chilly feeling that somebody or something was watching me anxiously, waiting to strike. It was finally my turn.I went in with a group of twenty people dressed in laser attach jackets of four different team colors and black laser hero sandwichs tagged with the same color as their jackets. I was in the yellow team. by and by all of us got ready, the laser tag employees let us into a dark black-walled maze. I ran away from everyone so I would not get tagged. I ran and ran until I reached a dead end. I looked around and saw a red-labeled jacket and ordnance store making its way toward me. I got my throttle valve ready to shoot whoever it was, but when I pressed on the gun to shoot, the sound it made sent shivers down my spine.It was the boom sound real guns made. I looked in front of me and the red-labeled person fell to the ground. I just stood there, unable to move. I was s till trying to make sense of this intact thing and after ab prohibited five minutes, I got to the conclusion that I had just killed a person I was a murderer I ran, closing my eyes as I got close to the person I had just killed. I clutched the gun tightly in my shaking pass incase I came in contact with more trouble. I ran and ran. I saw other labeled people, but I did not act lift up my gun. I have to find my way out was the only thing I could think.I saw light far away at the end of the caliginous path. As I got closer, I recognize it was some kind of backdoor. I ran through it and now, once once again, I was out in the free air, but this time, there was no body to be seen or hear. There was stillness everywhere. It seemed like not even a single leave was moving. I looked around cautiously once again and started to run. I had to get as far away from this place as possible. I ran like a maniac who had some running disease. I got to an empty parking lot. It looked like a ghost town. I saw a dumpster and hid behind it to catch my breath.I was taking long, constant breaths when I heard distant footsteps coming closer and closer. I stopped breathing and got my gun ready again. I did not know what happened to me, but I matt-up like a walking and talking killing machine. The footsteps started to turn into understood claps that got louder. The footsteps then turned around the corner and their owner was now set about me. He was not a normal person. He was a clown around. He was wearing those bright, colorful jester clothes and big red clown shoes. I stood there frozen. I had been scared of clowns since forever, and now my worst nightmare had come alive. Good job on your first kill, the clown said, express feelings hysterically. He got a shiny silver dagger out of the outsized pocket of his jester clothes and brought it towards me. I pointed my gun at him and pressed, but instead of a bullet or boom sound, a laser came out. The clown laughed hysterically aga in and brought the dagger close to my neck. Too pitiful its your last. And that is when I opened my eyes. I was lying on by bed sweating badly. My heart was beating like a drum. I looked around myself, panicking. It was just a nightmare, I convinced myself. Just a nightmare